Hate.

Froze on my lips,
The four-letter-word,
The most forbidden,
The most vile,
The most evil,
Of all of them;
To utter it is to admit it.
To utter it is to explode it - to vomit it - to creep it - to call it forth -
Demons unnamed, unnumbered: it is a gateway.
You choke it back
Steel eyes glance side-long into the grey-beyond mist
Thunderous rain clouds chant drums in the distance.
It is silent now
But building.
Boiling.
and blind.